Danielle hesitated at the door of the cabin.
It was quiet. Still. The trees around them swayed gently in the early morning breeze, but the building was silent. Not even the creak of floorboards or the hum of a voice beyond the thick wooden walls.
She lifted her hand and knocked.
No answer.
She shifted her weight from one foot to the other, arms folded tight across her chest. Maybe this was a mistake. Maybe she shouldn’t have come. What was she even going to say? Sorry for blowing up? Sorry I exist in your fancy world like a wrecking ball?
She turned slightly, glancing back toward where Connor waited by the trail, his hands in his pockets, deliberately looking anywhere but at her.
“I guess he’s not—”
The door opened.
Danielle stopped mid-sentence.
Seth stood in the doorway, barefoo
